Benson POV

　　Katherine Lightwood hadn't aged a second. Her lips are pulled up, giving me an animated and happy smile. Her long, thin arms are open to receive me, and by instinct, I go straight into them. My mother's embrace has always been a welcoming, perfect place.

　　"Mother, I..." the sentence dies on my lips, just holding onto her with more strength around my arms. Once again, I hear footsteps coming from inside the forest. When I raise my eyes, a shock runs ...